Sonnet 4

Desire does not exist without lust,
Physical attributes of one,
Induces trust,
And then looking into the sun,
No longer causes a fuss,
Because “true love” blooms at heart,
Making even the smallest things a must,
So the two together create beautiful art!
Perhaps these are the things that make us shallow,
Angelic skin,
Suddenly makes us see a halo,
Now life is an amazing hymn,
The thought makes me laugh every day,
LOVE, has merely become nothing more than a say.